Lyrics:
muffin'
Here's fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shit is hella fake)
Say, since way back in
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
to putt'em in coffins, tho I kill to protect only this my attempt
Come off tha glock every sin, try to have understanding but my sins a repent, stay bent
2
at the pen'
'cause everybody's in payin' back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watch the drama occur
My eyes blur before I jetted
I wonder why we all have
we're all in Space
You're orthodox, a pillar of your Creed
I'm a Space-alien, or so you've decreed
By the way, Mr. Man, you've got it all wrong,
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know
'Pac I wish I was in
to putt'em in coffins, tho I kill to protect only this my attempt
Come off tha glock every sin, try to have understanding but my sins a repent, stay bent
2
ass and crush your whole lil shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you,
big toyz
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
Look Motherfuckers its matt The one who pump slugs in your back
Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd
in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my palm like it's pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I'll document it, put it on page
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never
be in the millions
Kaelen's back on hah you thought I left
Imma stay on top like I'm sitting on a Treble clef
I'll Whip you punks like I
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Flow dirty like OBD
This that one thing Amerie hold up
Slow loud and banging all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk and I ain't never been no punk
Yea
I
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
at twenty Oxford Street
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say oi to the punks and oi to the skins
But oi to the world
at twenty Oxford Street
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say oi to the punks and oi to the skins
But oi to the world
Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout pickin' cotton in the farm
Mr. Slave Man
The harder they
Kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
[Chorus: Mr. Lil One]
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, comin in stalkin
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, still shit talkin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil
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